


it’s hard for me to go home

by localopa



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: Angst, Bottom Louis, Breakup, Crying, Getting Back Together, Getting Together, M/M, So many song references, So much angst, To Be So Lonely, so much crying
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-09-16
Updated: 2020-09-16
Packaged: 2021-03-06 21:48:59
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,890
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26225923
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/localopa/pseuds/localopa
Summary: don’t call me baby again
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Comments: 6
Kudos: 99
Collections: Fine Line Fic Fest





	it’s hard for me to go home

**Author's Note:**

> this fic was written for the [Fine Line Fic Fest](https://finelineficfest.tumblr.com//). make sure you check out all the other great fics in the collection which can be found [here](https://archiveofourown.org/collections/FineLineFicFest//)!
> 
> ahhhh it’s finally here!! this fic stressed me the fuck out but it’s done! it’s here! i want to thank my beta and all my cheerleaders for helping me. title of this fic comes from to be so lonely by harry styles (obviously). please enjoy!
> 
> EDIT: now that we’ve been revealed is like to thank my wonderful beta daisy (sunflwrlou), and my wonderful cheerleaders, cade (cloudslou) and kirstin (adoredontour)!! all of them can be found on tumblr!!

harry’s first memory, the very first one that plays on repeat for hours on end, he’s falling from a tree. 

he’s four and a half, because the half is important,  _ gemma,  _ and the first thing he remembers is the impact of the earth on his small body. his eyes are closed, and when they open, there’s a boy with bright blue eyes hanging over him. 

“are you okay?” the boy asks, putting a hand on his forehead. “that was quite a fall you took.” 

harry can only nod, too taken aback by the beauty that is this boy to be able to speak. 

“i think he’s mute, louis,” someone that is not this kid, this  _ louis,  _ says beside him. 

“no, he isn’t, zayn,” he sneers at the other child, turning his head back to harry. “you’re not mute, are you?”

“no,” harry croaks.

“see! he isn’t mute!” louis cheers, sticking his tongue out at his friend. “are you sure you’re okay?”

slowly, harry sits up and louis puts his hand on his shoulder. he’s got a smile on his face and, harry thinks, at just four (and a half) years old, that he might be in love with this beautiful, wonderful louis. 

“yeah, ‘m fine.” 

louis nods, getting up and offering a hand to harry. “i’m louis.” 

harry smiles, taking his hand. “i’m harry.”

-

when harry is 11, he’s dressed in his best clothes, being driven over to louis’ house. he had a bouquet of flowers in the seat next to him and he’s picking at the skin around his thumb. nervous energy exudes off him, and he won’t answer any of his mum’s questions. 

harry is going to ask louis out. 

the car slows to a stop outside of louis’ home, harry thanking his mum as he steps out. he can see louis’ mum smile at him, going inside to call her son down. harry swallows. he hasn’t told louis he likes him, much less that he’s probably gay. queer? bisexual? he's a label to be determined in the near future but all he knows is louis is like the sun and he wants to sit in his bright light all the time. 

or some romantic shit like that, he doesn’t know. he’s 11. 

harry stops short of the front door, firmly grasping the bouquet of flowers as he waits for louis to appear. he goes over his speech in his head three times before the door finally opens, and a chestnut haired louis appears. 

“harry!” he says, bright smile as the rest of his body materializes from behind the door. “what are you doing here?”

swallowing, harry holds out the bouquet. “i picked these for you.”

louis’ head quirks to the side, grabbing the flowers and smelling them. “these are lovely, haz. me mum can put them in the vase for you, if you’d like?” harry nods. “here, i’ll be right back.” louis heads into the house to give off the flowers, telling his mum they’re from  _ harry. _ once he’s back, he smiles again. “what’re you doing here? and in your sunday best?”

harry swallows again, pulling on his collar. “i wanted to see if you would, um…” he cuts himself off, looking down. “iwantyoutobemyboyfriend,” he gets out quickly, not looking up. 

“what?” 

the poor boy can feel himself sweat through his clothes, shaking a bit under the eye of the older boy. he takes a deep breath and, “i want you to be my boyfriend.” harry says slowly, still not looking up. 

louis is silent, and harry braces himself for laughter. he should’ve listened to gemma, she was right. he’s too young to have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or partner of any gender. he should’ve listened, and now he’s going to lose his best friend of 7-

a body collides into his, arms wrapping around him. he’s being squeezed, and he can hear louis’ voice cooing in his ear. 

“don’t be scared, harry. look at me, yeah? just look at me.”

harry looks up to find a smiling louis facing back at him. he looks at him confused. “what’re you smiling about?”

“well,” louis starts, putting some distance between the two, “i just got a boyfriend. and he’s pretty cute.”

it takes a moment before a smile makes its way across harry’s face, hugging louis close. 

suck it, gemma. he has a boyfriend. 

-

everything blows up when harry is 18, louis is 19, and they're about to head to uni. 

they’ve been together for all of their teenage years, and they're each other’s firsts in every way possible. nobody took them seriously at first, since they were so young, but now, seven years in, there's isn't a harry without louis and vice versa. 

they’re at a party, but not really. they snuck away to a bedroom upstairs to sneak kisses and just be together. louis leaves for uni the next day, harry the following day, and this is the last time they’ll see each other for a month. 

a  _ month.  _ that’s like, fifty years in their time. 

harry isn’t talking, instead listening to louis and all his cocked up adventures he has planned for when he leaves. louis is playing with his hair, occasionally looking down and pausing with a huge smile on his face. 

the plan always was for them to go to the same uni, but they both didn’t get accepted to it. so instead, harry applied to one close to louis’, getting accepted there. the plan is that he’ll apply again next year, and hopefully get accepted then. but until then, they’ve resigned themselves to a school year of long distance. 

they’re seven years in, nothing can break them now. 

except…

harry’s been thinking about the future. a lot. and he’s worried about  _ them.  _ they’ve always been together, they haven’t been apart for more than three days at a time since they were 7 and 8. harry doesn’t know how he can deal with a whole month being away from the love of his life. 

but, he wants to spend the rest of his life with louis, to grow old with louis, to have kids and raise a family with louis. he even has a ring in his back pocket, a simple black band to promise louis he’s in it for the long run. he planned on bringing it out tonight, but with all the thoughts running through his head, he’s not so sure. 

“harry?” louis’ voice breaks harry’s revere, startling him. “are you okay? you’re a bit quiet tonight.” 

harry nods, smiling up at louis. “fine, love. just thinking.”

“oh, no,” louis laughs, brushing his hair off his forehead. “should i be worried?”

harry shakes his head, sitting up. “no, just thinking about the future. us.”

“what about us?” 

harry shrugs. “just worried that we won’t make the month.”

louis scoffs. “of course, we’ll make the month. do you have little faith in us?”

“no!” harry shakes his head again, grabbing louis’ hand. “i’m just worried that we won’t be able to cope with the distance.”

louis shakes his hands out of harry’s grip, frowning at him. “we’ve been further apart before, i don’t know why you’re freaking out over something this silly.” 

harry sighs, trying to grab louis again only for him to slip away. “yeah, but this is longer. it’s not us waiting to meet up in a couple days. it’ll be a month. a month is a long time.”

“so you don’t think we can make it a month because we haven’t been apart for that long since we’ve gotten together? harry, do you hear how ridiculous you sound?”

“it’s a valid concern! we‘ve seen each other every day for the past seven years, and probably longer. this is a big change! what if the distance is what breaks us?”

louis’ mouth drops open, arms crossed over his chest. he looks appalled. “you think we’re going to break up?”

harry’s eyes widen. “no, that’s not what i said-“

“well,” louis interrupts, scoffing again, “it sure sounds like my boyfriend of seven years thinks a month apart is going to break us up.” he gets up, heading towards the door. 

“where are you going?” harry asks, feeling small as he curls up. 

“honestly, harry,” louis stops, turning around to face him. “do you think that i would have agreed to going to different unis if i didn’t think we would make it? we’ve been through a lot, haz. i’m sure a month apart isn’t going to break us.”

“where are you going?” harry asks again, a little louder this time.

“home,” louis answers. “but i need to know, are you wanting us to break up over being a month apart?”

harry opens his mouth, about to deny it when no sound comes out. all he gets is a strangled sigh, and he’s looking down. 

“so you want to break up?” louis asks, voice breaking. he can tell that louis is about to cry. his mouth opens again and, again, nothing comes out. “you son of a bitch.”

and then louis’ gone, and with it, harry’s heart is breaking in his chest. 

-

harry doesn’t go home a month later, doesn’t go home at all until he has to. he takes the breakup hard, throwing himself into his uni work. when asked on a date during the second week of classes, it takes all that is in him to not cry in front of this person. 

life goes on. he lets his roommate, niall, drag him to frat parties where he gets hit on way more often than he likes to, only to sneak away to go back to their dorm and cry himself to sleep. he pretends he’s alright when on the inside he’s one step away from a breakdown of mass proportions. 

he makes it til the middle of the semester, when niall asks him what’s wrong, before the breakdown occurs. 

harry ugly sobs as he recounts the night he and  _ the fucking love of his life  _ broke up. niall says he’s being dramatic until he hears they were together for seven years. louis slowly becomes a dirty word. they don’t talk about home, because home is wherever louis is and louis isn’t even his anymore to claim. 

when harry finally goes home, it’s christmas break and harry doesn’t leave the house. his family knows of the breakup, but the traitors continue to talk to the tomlinson family. they fill them in on what’s been going on, despite it being completely unwanted. he doesn’t want to hear about lottie’s new boyfriend or the latest trouble fizzy has gotten into. 

he wants louis back. 

harry hides in his room when the annual holiday party happens at his home, knowing louis will be there. sure, he’s being childish, but he still can’t face louis when the breakup still feels like a fresh wound. 

he doesn’t press his ear against his door, straining to hear louis’ laughter. he doesn’t get almost caught by his sister when she goes to check on him. he doesn’t cry into her arms while she plays with his hair. 

he doesn’t. 

-

the second semester of harry’s first year at uni goes like this: he wakes up, thinks about louis, goes to class, thinks about louis, he goes back to his dorm, he cries about louis. he pulls himself together enough to do his homework before breaking down again and inevitably falling asleep crying about, you guessed it, louis. 

niall lets this pattern keep up for a month, bless his sweet irish heart. and then he takes him to a party, to promptly get drunk and forget about louis. 

oh, if only life worked that way.

he doesn’t know how, but he ends up in a tub at the house party, staring at his phone. the screen is lit up with pictures of him and louis. he sniffles, taking a drink of his almost empty beer as he swipes to the next photo. pictures of them going to dances, at parks, holding each other close while they slept. all these things they used to do together, but now they don’t. because they’re broken up. 

a stray tear runs down his face. he wants louis back. 

another hour and three beers later, harry’s stumbling down the street, phone in hand and yelling for louis. he lands in someone’s yard, crying harder than he ever has, when that someone approaches him. 

“you alright there?” the man asks, crouching down next to him. “you took a fall here.”

harry shakes his head, wiping his nose. “i- i- i want louis.”

the man’s stern face turns into one of sorrow. “i don't know a louis. i need more details.”

“he- he- he’s my boy- boyfriend,” harry stutters before crying harder. “my e- ex.” 

the man sighs. “do you have his number?”

harry nods, handing him his phone. the man, he later learns is a nice man named liam, god bless liam, scrolls through his contacts before finding who he thinks is louis, someone labeled as  _ loubear  _ with a heart. 

louis picks up on the second ring. 

“harry?”

“no, liam. i’m guessing harry is the one who took a spill in my yard,” liam says, looking back at harry. 

“who are you?”

“liam, the guy whose yard harry just fell in. look, harry is crying for you and he won’t calm down. can you talk to him?”

there’s silence on the other end. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“please,” liam begs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “he’s a mess. i’ve watched him cry into the ground for the past ten minutes.”

“fine,” louis reluctantly agrees. there’s shuffling and then-

crying. loud crying. 

“harry? haz, i need you to calm down,” louis whispers into the phone, mumbling calming words to harry. slowly, harry calms down. when his sobs are no more than staccato breathing, louis continues. “there we are, hazza.”

“lo-lou?” harry mumbles. “what are you doing?”

“trying to calm you down, took a nasty turn on liam’s yard, did ya?”

harry sniffles. “i miss you.”

“harry…” louis seems to have stepped back from his earlier demeanor. “i think you’re drunk.”

“i am. and i miss you.”

“harry…”

“baby, i miss you so much.”

“don’t call me baby,” louis sounds defensive. “you’ve lost that right.”

this only spurs on more tears from harry. he wipes them away. “i want you back.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yes, i do!” harry bangs his fist against the ground. 

“harry, go to bed.”

the phone line cuts, and harry looks and sees louis’ hung up on him. 

“he hung up on me.”

liam sighs, nodding. “it looks like he did.”

a new round of tears start up, and liam hauls him into the house, ignoring the looks from his flatmates as he brings him up to his room. he resigns to sleeping on the couch tonight as he sets harry up in his bed. liam stays with harry until he falls asleep, putting two tylenol tablets and a glass of water on the bedside table before going back down to his mates. 

harry dreams of louis, and wakes up more exhausted than ever. 

-

improving on the previous semester, harry goes home the next weekend. he tells his mum, who’s excited to see her baby, and now he feels excited, too. the last thing he wants to do is make home feel like a place he can’t be, just because louis is also there. 

harry can do this, he’s a big boy. 

it’s when he goes to the store for his mum, that he sees louis for the first time since the phone call, since the breakup, really. 

harry looks over at him from where he is in the fruits, his soft fringe glowing under the lighting. he’s wearing a jumper much too big for him, and upon closer inspection, it’s one of harry’s old ones. the lilac one, his softest of jumpers that louis loved. he hadn’t realized he still had it, or even still wore it. 

they make eye contact over the apples, louis looking down immediately. 

“hi,” harry says when he makes it over. 

louis musters a smile. “hello yourself.”

it’s silent between them after that, harry holding a bag of apples to put in his trolly and louis having just put his bag into his. the tension is thick, and harry hates that. he wants to be back in louis’ arms so badly, even if it’s in the middle of a tesco. 

louis clears his throat. “didn’t know you were home.”

“yeah, last minute decision,” harry shrugs, finally putting the bag in his trolly. “felt like i needed my mum.”

there’s a curt laugh. “yeah, after last weekend, you would.”

harry freezes before chuckling. “yes, my mum is happy to have me home regardless of the reason.”

“i’m sure,” louis nods. “thanks for that call, by the way. totally didn’t make me feel bad.”

“oh, no,” harry covers his face. “i didn’t call, liam did.”

“well, yes. i know liam called, move on fast, don’t you?”

harry gawks. “move on fast? i was _ crying over you! _ for god’s sake, louis, i could never get over you.”

louis rolls his eyes, hand on his trolly. “yeah, right. you could have anyone you want now, isn’t that a dream?”

“no, louis, i can assure you it’s not.” harry runs a hand on his face, trying to keep it together. where does louis get off? 

“you’re a son of a bitch, harry styles.” louis shakes his head and turns, walking down the aisle, seemingly unaffected by the whole confrontation. 

harry tries not to cry in the grapes. 

-

harry blinks and suddenly it’s the end of his first year, and he’s packing up his car to go home. he’s not ready, he’s not ready for extended time where he could possibly run into louis. it’s too late for him to sign up for summer classes, and, because he hates himself apparently, he applied for the uni louis goes to. and got accepted. 

sure, he could tear up the acceptance and tell them he’s not going. but his mum stopped him, telling him he shouldn’t let louis stop him from living his life. 

so he says goodbye to liam and niall, promises to keep in touch, and he’s transferring unis because he hates himself. 

he’s doing okay, he’s coping. 

-

harry makes it through three weeks and two days of summer before he’s having a heated argument with louis at his home. 

his mum and sister have gone away for a girls’ trip, which louis somehow either knew or just came on a whim. but he shows up on harry’s doorstep, white shirt, joggers, and trainers ablaze. harry stares at him, mouth slightly agape as his brain tries to figure out what to do. 

“hi,” louis says meekly, waving at him. “am i allowed to come in?”

harry shakes himself out of his revere. “yes, you are.” he side steps out of the way, opening the door the rest of the way for louis to come in. 

louis walks towards the living room, looking around the house that was practically his own. it hasn’t changed much since they broke up, nothing really had. he stops short of the couch, his shoulders rising in a deep breath before he turns around to face harry. his hands are clasped together at his chest, and his head is bowed. 

“is there any reason why you’re here?” harry asks, closing the door and not making any move to get closer. 

it’s silent for a moment, and harry knows that louis is chewing on his lip. it’s a nervous tick he’s always had. he doesn’t say anything while he waits for louis to say something,  _ anything.  _

“you’re probably wondering why i’m here,” louis mumbles, hands dropping from his chest. 

“a little,” harry squeaks. 

louis looks up, takes a deep breath, and, “i want my clothes back.”

this stuns harry. “what?”

“i want. my clothes. back,” louis says, more confident this time. 

harry rolls his eyes. “seriously? this is what you come and act all dramatic about? some clothes?”

louis’ hands turn to fists, taking a step closer to harry. “oh, what? you thought i was just coming here because i wanted to? no, harry. i’m not an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry.”

harry’s jaw drops, his own hands balling into fists. “ _ i’m _ the arrogant son of a bitch?  _ you _ didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself properly!”

“you didn’t need to explain yourself!” louis yells. “it was obvious what you wanted.”

“no, you dipshit. it wasn’t obvious because what i wanted wasn’t to break up with you!”

louis laughs.  _ laughs.  _ “sure. and i’m the queen of england.”

harry is  _ furious _ . “you’re a piece of shit if you think for  _ one second _ that i fell out of love with you.”

he doesn’t let louis reply, stomping his way up the stairs and into his room. he can hear louis’ footsteps behind him, and he grins wickedly as he starts pulling out all his clothes, not caring if it was originally his or louis’, and throwing them onto the floor. 

“what the fuck are you doing?!” louis yells, pushing harry as he continues to pull clothes out. 

“you wanted your clothes back!” harry says back, throwing a shirt in louis’ face. “well, get them!”

louis growls, taking the shirt thrown at him and throws it back at harry. “you’re a son of a bitch! a dirty son of a bitch!”

harry laughs, hands full of clothes as he turns to louis. “ _ i’m  _ the son of a bitch?  _ you _ broke up with me for a shitty reason!” he throws the clothes at louis again. 

“you’re the one who brought it up!” louis grumbles. “you’re the one who doubted us,  _ you’re  _ the one who thought we wouldn’t make it.”

“well,” harry breathes. “i was right, wasn't i?”

harry doesn’t see the slap coming, but he should’ve. the clap of skin echoes in the room as they both breathe heavily. harry brings a hand up to his cheek, rubbing the skin. 

“take it back,” louis grits out.

harry looks at him, chuckling before shaking his head. “no.”

louis breathes sharply out his nose. “take. it. back.”

harry steps closer, face meet inches from louis’. “no.”

harry also doesn’t see the kiss coming, his face being forcibly grabbed by louis’ small hands and bringing their lips together. it doesn’t take long for harry to respond, hands finding their home on louis’ hips and brings their lower halves together. louis moans quietly against his lips, hands moving down to his neck and digging his nails into harry’s skin. 

the kiss is hot and needy and some other word harry quite can’t place. it’s been nearly a year since he’s gotten to have louis on him, and he’s not about to let it go. he bites into louis’ mouth, pulling lightly on his lower lip before going back in. 

harry pushes louis back up against the wall, crowding him. he can hear the soft moans falling out of louis’ mouth, swallowing them in their kiss. after a while, harry breaks the kiss and immediately goes to his neck, biting and sucking on the skin there. louis gets louder, his hands going to harry’s hair and pulling. 

he’s missed the sounds louis is making, wants to commit them to memory so he never has to go without them again. 

“so responsive, baby,” harry groans into his skin. “so good for me.”

“don’t call me baby,” louis moans, pulling harder on harry’s hair. 

“baby,” harry smiles into his neck, biting down to his collarbones.

he can feel louis getting hard against him, he’s not far behind him. he pulls away from his neck, admiring his handiwork before looking over louis’ face. louis is flush, his chest quickly rising and falling. 

“were you with anyone else?” harry asks, looking all over louis’ face.

louis shakes his head. “one date, didn’t go anywhere. didn’t feel right.”

“why?” harry can’t help it, he wants to hear the reason. 

louis swallows. “wasn’t you.”

harry surges forward, bringing their lips together again. he can’t believe it. he’s still the only person to have louis whole.  _ he’s the only one _ . 

harry walks them back to the bed, undressing the both of them as they go. by the time louis’ back hits the bed, they’re both naked and hard and full of  _ want.  _ he crawls on top of louis, forgoing his lips to kiss down his neck and body. he takes special care, kissing every square inch of louis’ skin as he goes. reaching out, he fumbles through his bedside drawer to find the lube.

“harry…” louis moans, hips bucking up at the mere  _ thought  _ of harry getting inside of him. 

“yeah, baby?” harry smiles, pouring lube onto his fingers. 

“please,” he breathes out. 

harry kisses his inner thigh as he slips the first finger in. louis moans loudly, rolling his hips down onto harry’s finger. he takes his time opening louis up, going until he’s a whimpering mess before slipping his fingers out. 

he’s reaching for a condom when he sees louis shake his head. “what?”

“no,” louis mumbles, shaking his head again. “no condom.”

harry’s eyes widened. they’ve never done it without protection, and they haven’t been together in almost a year. are they really at the point where they can do it without?

“trust you,” louis tells him, nodding like he can read harry’s mind. “want it without.”

harry swallows, but kisses louis anyway. he’s not one to deny what louis wants. what louis wants, he usually gets. he lines himself up with his hole, kissing his chest as he pushes in. it’s been nearly a year since either of them seen each other this way, and harry misses the way louis’ head drops back to the bed, eyes closing in pleasure. 

harry is slow with his movements, mumbling something unintelligible. he keeps his eyes on louis’ face, making sure that he’s okay and nothing is making him uncomfortable. his lips keep kissing his chest, his favorite thing to do while they fuck. 

louis is loud and unapologetic with his moans and whines, hands fisting the bedding on either side of him. words like “fuck” and “oh god, harry” tumble out of his mouth, even with the slow pace. 

“faster,” louis demands, eyes opening and looking down at harry and-

what louis wants, louis gets.

the only sounds in the room are their skin slapping together and louis as he speeds up. harry has given up on kissing his chest, sinking his teeth into the skin and marking it up instead. 

“you like that?” harry growls, nipping at his ear now. “like that i’m the only one who gets to have you this way?”

louis chokes on a sob, nodding. because he’s being taken care of. because harry is here. because he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

because harry is here, taking care of him like he always did. 

the thought is what makes louis come, head thrown back, exposing his neck that harry takes full advantage of marking up as well. not long after, harry is coming as well, spilling into louis without the barrier of a condom making him almost black out.

harry gingerly pulls out, laying beside louis in the bed. he ignores the drying come on his belly as he wraps his arms around louis, kissing his neck. louis’ neck and chest are littered with love bites, all in the shape of harry’s mouth. 

to say harry is not a possessive twat is an understatement. 

they lay in silence for a while, harry squeezing louis close while the older man tries to wrap his own arms around him. it’s a comfortable silence, everything from earlier has dissolved from the sex. 

“so what does this mean?” louis asks eventually, looking down at harry. 

harry looks up at louis. “i think it means whatever we want it to mean.”

silence takes over again, and eventually harry gets up to get a rag to clean them up. he pulls the duvet over them, because louis gets extremely cold after sex. eventually, they fall asleep, curled up to each other. 

that’s how they’re found hours later by gemma, who doesn’t wake them, but smiles at the sight. 

-

apparently, fucking your only ex after almost a year since the breakup fixes all your problems. 

there’s, of course, the talking that’s involved. harry tells louis he’s never not been in love with him, that he didn’t mean to make it sound like he didn’t want to be with him. louis tells him he’s been miserable without him, and is thankful that harry is transferring unis in the fall to his. 

harry tells him about the sleepless nights, the hours spent crying, and how he was afraid to go home in fear of running into him. louis tells him the same thing happened to him, but he kept going home in hope that he’d see harry. 

there’s tears, lots of tears, but in the end, they decide to get back together. because they know for a fact that there is nobody else out there for them. 

and they’ll never know what it’s like to be so lonely again. 

_ fin.  _

**Author's Note:**

> tell me about how you love 11 year old harry on tumblr @ voulezloux


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